Driving South On A Dust Grey Afternoon I Just
Had To Do It Summer Sky Is A Well
Done Charcoal Black Nothing To Go Through With Neil
Young′s On The Radio Playing Something Tragic I Realize
My Grip Is Getting Slack Running Out Of Magic
I Hear Your Shacked Up With Some Other
Guy - Sounds Pretty Serious I'm Watching My Life
- Driving By Gets You Kind Of Delirious I
Heard You Stuck Some Wedding Ring On The Sky
Is Falling Down Now I Hope Those Kids Turn
Out An Beautiful As You, And I Can′t Even
Tell You How Now It Happens All The
Time Now The Landscape Stained With Sadness I Wish
That I Could Learn How So Beautifully Tragic
This Highway's Made Up Of Strange Dust And Stones
Didn't Know It Existed See Your Face In The
Rear View Mirror My Minds Getting So Twisted Accepting
This With A Strange Kind Of Complacency An Apathetic
Sadness Cruised Past Some Rusted Burnt Out Shack There′s
Beauty In The Madness